It's Only You And Me 3 Doors Down Novels & Stories

With that done I stormed into my bedroom and grabbed out my sleepwear, I took a quick shower muttering the entire time about stupid men who thought they owned the world. Still steaming after the shower both physically and emotionally, I stormed into the living room and found the perfect man-bashing music to put me in the mood as I proceeded to pick out a few movies to go along with the theme of the night. I jumped when there was a loud pounding on my door interrupting the pounding music. "Door's unlocked, Lizzie," I shouted over the music that I quickly turned down. I swung away from the stereo with a smile on my face only to feel it die when I saw who was there.

The person on the other side of the door came in before actually waiting for an answer. "It's your dad- er I mean it's Chris. I don't know why I said that because you can clearly see that it's me. Unless you've forgotten who I am! Then it's a good thing I've introduced myself. I can't just assume you remember me cause I'm not really that memorable. I mean I hoped you'd remember me being my daughter and all but who knows how many bonks to the head you've had since I've last seen you. Anyway. I am Chris. Me llamo Chris. Je m'appelle Chris." He spoke with hardly any breaks between sentences and took a deep breath at the end. Chris laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck that had st

“ You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me When the road looks rough ahead And you're miles and miles From your nice warm bed You just remember what your old pal said Boy, you've got a friend in me Yeah, you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You got troubles, I've got 'em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you We stick together and see it through 'Cause you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me Some other folks might be A little bit smarter than I am Bigger and stronger too Maybe But none of them will ever love you The way I do It's me and you, boy And as the years go by

That’s all it takes. “It’s… down that hall. Third door,” one whispers, nodding toward the far end. “Thank you.” I step past, feeling the soft scrape of broom bristles resume behind me. People here either fear Nyra, respect her—or both. Either way, it works in my favor. The hallway stretches ahead, empty. My footsteps click against polished wood, each echo bouncing off walls that seem to press in. I stop in front of the third door. Thick wood. Soundproofed.

I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me, and I walk alone A sigh came out from me when the song hits the corner of this room. “Why this sudden old yet banger song?” I talked to myself before I walk back to the vanity mirror to continue what I was doing. Dad often plays this song back on the eyes and until now, it never left my head so I added it on my playlist since it is being saved in Spotify as well.

Daddy seemed to be forgetting what time it is now. What errands he might run at this instance? "I miss you, I miss you," I sang miss you by Clean Bandit ft. Julia Michaels. The beat carried me away and the rhythm made me danced to it. Snapping my fingers in the air and continued singing. Just when I was about to hut the high note of it, there was a knock on the door. It might be him. "Hold on," I ran going to the door. And as I twist the doorknob open, I was shook. "Oh, Lord! Who did this to you?"

Which song am I to go with? ~ I walked down the passage room yawning, it was 4pm in the evening I stopped walking and stared at a door All the days I had spent here I have noticed that no one had entered the room not even Zachery What could be in there? The door was different from all the other doors I closed my eyes as I couldn't resist the urge to open the door I held the door handle and twist it as the door clicked open I stepped in ............

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don’t see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin’ door? I can’t find the exit. The music continues to play and it’s not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. ’I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.’

I put my ear to the door and waited to hear some movement. ''Ivy open this goddamn door. I know you are in there.'' I jumped back in fear. My heart started beating like crazy. What the fuck is Roman doing here? "If you don't open the door, I will put it down. I swear. Ivy. Ivy. Do you hear me?'' ''Fuck off.'' ''You better open the door, Ivy. I will not tell you twice.'' ''I said fuck off. I don't want to talk to anyone.''

I wriggle out from under him and climb up into the van. After an agonizingly slow three point turn, I race the van down the mountainside, calling information for Data-X’s main number, because I don’t have it memorized.